“Critics who treat ‘adult’ as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
― C.S. Lewis
“And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.”
― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
I have a 5 year old who thinks he knows everything. His experience in life is so limited yet he is so stubborn, as 5 year olds tend to be, that he often misses out on something glorious. He missed out on the thrill of the beach all summer because he begged and pleaded that every day we just go to the pool. “It is way better” he said. We finally got him to the beach and now he loves it so much he wants to go all the time. It would be like telling a kid who’s never been, “We are going to Disneyland tomorrow!” only for it to fall flat when he screams that he wants to stay home and play video games. I think of the angels up in heaven and how they must pity us 1000 times more than we pity the ignorance of our own children at times. Take a moment and try something that may seem a bit silly. Find a Christian friend, or if you are by yourself, go stand in front of a mirror. Jump up and down and shout, “Yay! Yay! Yay!, I get to go to Heaven soon!” You may laugh at first just from the mere silliness of it. But then really think about it. It will bring great joy to your heart!
“I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.”
― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity